[center][b][color=orange][h1] Mr. V[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

[color=limegreen]Time: Evening [/color]
[color=limegreen]Location: [/color] Damien Estate
[color=limegreen]Interactions:[/color] Fritz [@JJ Doe]
[color=limegreen]Mentions:[/color]
[color=limegreen]Attire: ??? [/color]

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*[color=f7941d]As for What brought me here, why, I dare say it would be the count's ravishing smile?[/color] *

The freshly spoken line flash through his mind with an unpleasant shudder slithering down his spine.* [color=limegreen]Ugh, that's your try at being coy? Come on, V. You can do better than that.[/color]* The server bemoaned internally with a slight grimace.
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“My name is Fritz.”[/color] 

Said facial cue apparently occuring at the same instant the individual (whose name to be Fritz as recently learned) offered for a handshake.* [color=limegreen]Ah, shit! As if being found by someone already and Char for some reason still a no-show and now this guy probably thinks I detest the prospect of shaking hands with them.[/color]* A small huff from his nose followed by another inner groan.* Oi! Idiot* 

After an almost awkward amount of waiting; an amount of time just before Fritz might assume the handshake might not be reciporcated, did Mr. V's gloved right hand shoot out to take hold." [color=f7941d]A-Apologies, sir. Meant no offense... a server is ever busy, even on break. Not to mention, Sir Fritz, or lord, do forgive me. Keeping track of all the titles and such, an introduction undeserving towards a lowly staff.[/color]" A bow of the head as expected.

*[color=limegreen] OI, chatterbox! Enough with the rambling, damn it![/color]* 

Screaming internally; all the while paying great heed to offer due respect. His grip was firm with surprising strength greatly controlled. A shared respected between two men and for a moment, he almost felt equal. For a moment, he shook hands with a possible kindred spirit. 

A queer thought, no more precice to say a queer experience and one he had yet to experience since living in the seemingly gold-crusted shoes of such people in this hall. 

A hall filled with vain-bloated sows drowning blind in their own hubris. Amidst the muck, were the treasured few not lost in their delusions.

And Fritz could be one (possibly more-so than first thought). Yet, for now he knew it best to not go trusting the man, but one willing to treat a staff like a person at least was owed his respect.

[color=662d91] “Such a ravishing smile it must be, if you’re willing to venture this close to the sun.”[/color]

Releasing his grip shortly after, a small chuckle covered by his right hand."[color=f7941d] That is quite good sir.[/color]" An amused grin, the calm and composed Mr. V shifted to turned his gaze in similar direction to the count."[color=f7941d] May I be so bold to answer then with this question. What would drive such a person to... risk being burned.[/color]" 

Saying nothing else. Letting his words linger in the air.*[color=limegreen] Now then...where are you Char?[/color]* Turning his gaze over; briefly catching view of Layla to disdain indifference before moving on to spot the fairy-dressed girl...laughing with Leo? *[color=limegreen] The heck? Did someone tell a funny joke? I mean, those slippers are pretty ridiculous but...come on now![/color]*

[color=662d91]“Clever.” [/color]

That singular word getting his attention once more prompting him to face Fritz."[color=f7941d] You do me too much credit.[/color]" Visibly taken aback at receiving an... actual compliment? [color=662d91] “Though, I fear you might burn into a crisp if you stay too long in his radiance... Have you given thought to how the flames might be doused?” [/color]A hint of concern on top of it. 

Was almost enough to bring a man to tears. Almost. 

" [color=f7941d]Best hope my cleverness, but most of all, luck can continue to carry me through the night...[/color]"  Pausing after trailing off to check back on Charlotte to see what was happening. What he saw would be most peculiar.* Wha- Yeah no point bothering. Best to just wait for her to explain.* 

Seeing that she would be wrapped up in.. well whatever was going on with her for a bit that his best course of action was to wait.. Not to mention, Calbert being about; strangely changing course mid-way towards the two he just checked on. What had gotten so unlucky as to draw his slimy snake eyes onto them?

As he could only wait, he thought this could prove opportune moment to try to see what he could learn from Fritz."[color=f7941d] In fact, Mr-sir-lord Fritz.[/color]"He said in cheeky jest with a playful poke of his nose."[color=f7941d] If you wish for a most grand spectacle the likes rivaling such parties that might be taboo.[/color]" Hinting to the mystery parties like from the previous night prior, with the hopeful assumption they knew of it.

"[color=f7941d] A night, unlike that like I assure to unforgettable, but as I am one man. Some help is needed and from you, I would ask for whatever you can/or willing to tell me about Calbert and the Damien household?[/color]" The better he understood the Damiens, the better things could proceed. Besides, no harm in trying to learn about the man so gung-ho on killing him."[color=f7941d] And one more thing, but I suppose that can wait till after.[/color]" 

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